The snow under his paws were starting to burn his pads, and the wind ruffling his fur was starting to chill his skin all the way to the bones. The more they traveled through this forest, the colder it got: or so it felt.
As he reached a sort of crossroad, he stopped. Where to now? It felt like he had seen enough of them already — and some of those trees looked so similar... looked... almost the same?
He narrowed his eyes. Were they the same?
[The Frozen Forest - 1]